trapping

blabber blabber
this is babble
this is made of baby tongues
and fat thumbs
and little lies.

regularity.
my double-crosser is starting
to show
like ladies’ slips that
peek tenaciously

this is a tendency
that I intend to keep
self-confession is like
humiliation
and daily routine

this song plays over and
over again.
let’s dance like teacups
to my repetition.

I am uncertain
and treacherous
I set big traps
to make us fall hard
and to fall in love

to fall and fall
to love and love
I was made to dance
and to love
I was made to love
but I set traps.

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